Sex is great, but love making is better

Its now August of 2000 and Kyle has moved out and in with his girlfriend. Our fun times have been greatly reduced. This particular summer day was very hot. It had been in the low 90's that day. I had been over Kyle's visiting. For privacy reasons, I won't say whom he was with-no, not a sister. Anyhow, as it was, I lived with my brother, as room mates and as luck would have it, he was out of town for several days. 

Nothing spectacular happened that day as it was too hot-just a day to visit. I believe we'd gone to dinner to escape the heat. We needed a break from the heat. It was later evening and Kyle was ready to run me home. On the ride over I told him, "When we get to my place, why not come in and we'll fool around?" Normally I didn't like bringing it up as it gave him a chance to think about my proposals. Naturally he tried to give reasons for not wanting to. I respected he wanted to be faithful, but I also knew firsthand he was getting his needs met.

He repiled, "No, it'll be too late and she'll wonder what took so long." Well, I let it rest and figured maybe I could convince him. So we got back and I went in and opened a few windows and placed fans in them to draw in what little cooler air there was. My mind raced with ideas how to seduce him and get him where I knew he wanted to be.

I kept them blinds in certain rooms down in case I could get him to give in to my wants from him. He sat down on the floor and removed his leg brace and began massaging his leg. The heat didn't help matters there as it made his knee swell. I had to wonder if this was his way of allowing me to make my move. I sat down genuinely concerned and knew this was my in. He had me feel his knee as he flexed it to feel it pop. Not exactly the most erotic way to start off, but hey, it was contact. I started feeling his leg around his inner thighs, this went on for a few minutes. He stood up and kept making it pop which was kind of grossing me out but I went with it. He finally say back down and let me feel it again. I leaned over and began kissing his knee.

"Will you stop", he playfully cried. I went for the gusto and felt his bulge, leaned in and placed my lips on his. He didn't refuse my advancements and I knew I'd hit pay dirt.

I looked up, "What? Can't I be sympathetic to your pain?" I knew it was cheesy, but what else could I say? I needed to turn him on.

I backed off and looked at him with fire in my eyes, "Let's go in my room, on my bed." We kissed once more before getting up. We broke off and headed down the hall to my bed. I took the lead, reached back, grabbed his hand and lead him to my room. It was so hot to be holding his hand. My mind raced with thoughts of what could transpire.

We laid sideways on the bed with our legs on the floor and began kissing and feeling one another, our hands exploring each other. All the while night air poured in it was intoxicating. The heat of the night was causing us to sweat as we went at it. We had our zippers open, and our hard cocks pulled out. Both cocks had been rubbing against the other and our bushed intermingled. As it happened, he'd put his brace back on-for whatever reason. As we laid kissing and feeling one another, his brace kept hitting my leg and his zipper repeatedly hit my thigh. 

"Kyle, your brace and zipper are killing me bud," I joked. Without warning he blew me away. Off came the brace, the shorts, his wife beater tank, underwear, socks, shoes. Here he was, naked! My heart raced and pounded like mad in my chest. I was hearing my heart in my head. If I died then, I'd have been happy. 

I couldn't believe it. I was alone with this hunk finally. There was zero chance anyone would come by, zero chance of pretty much anything. I asked, "Should I strip too?" I was blown away he was willing to submit his body to me. 

He replied, "Leave your wife beater on, your chest hair itches and tickles." I was out of my clothes again in record time. He laid on my bed naked and dripping with manliness and a hint of dry sweat from the evening, but our playing began to make us both a bit damp with the place having been so warm. But the sweating was adding to my primal urges for this moment between us.

He had showered before we went to eat, so he was clean and ready for this. I leaned in on him and began kissing him. Our mouths became the focal point of our lust. I felt my lips as well as his swell from our heated kisses. We sucked each others tongues back and forth, our tongues explring one an other's mouth, he even pushed his gum in my mouth and I chewed it for a while, normally I couldn't do such a thing, but hell why not! 

We'd break off and lightly kiss just the other's lips looking at each other smiling and laughing, we both had passion and desire in our eyes for one another. We'd both become lost in all that was happening. By this point I'd moved off him, the mere pressure from our bodies was enough to risk setting us off too soon. But I had to keep kissing him, exploring his body and I knew he silently needed it too.

Then we got silly. "Kyle, Mikey wants to suck your cock. Can I suck your cock?" He laid there smiling. "I need it in my mouth. I love your precum and want to tatse it." The words flew from my mouth as I expressed my need for his cock. 

"Yes Mikey, suck my cock. Tatse my cock, swallow my precum." I made my way down to his gorgeous cock. I kissed my way down, stopping to french his belly button. I licked in circles driving him wild with the motions. Then I'd kiss it deeply watch his body arc in pleasure. Slowly I licked my way down to his swollen fuck stick. I had to savor the pre nectar dribbling out. The minute I made contact with the head he whimpered passionately. I knew he need me there. I began milking his cock up and down. Smelling his bush when I inhaled. I made my way to the infamous taint area and licked there, feeling it swell from my tongue. Then I went back and sucked his swollen balls. The sack had squeezed in tightly in preperation to cum. I was feeling his hairs on my tongue. I would pull off each nut and tighten my lips over the hairs and gently tugged on them knowing the pulling was driving him mad with desire.

We were lost in that overwhelming feeling of needing this other person so badly. The gut wretching feeling of, "How the fuck can I possibly take this person into my very being enough?" Like you need them inside you and not by anal sex. My body was screaming for him. 

Before I knew it, "Mikey, gimme your cock to suck." Oh, FUCK, he's so into this, he wants me as bad as I do him, I thought. I moved around and he bore down on my throbbing prick with a feverish wanton passion. He was tearing me apart with desire and want for me. I was dying (from him wanting me so badly) emotionally, it was heaven on Earth! My swollen balls soon found their way into his hungered, hot mouth. We soon got into a game of whatever one did, the other followed. It was invigorating. The way we matched one another, it was like we were sucking our own cocks. 

He licked my taint and drove me wild, applying just enough pressure to get me going. He wasn't too in to ass play, but he would rub my hot, hairy hole. He remarked, "Your hole is fuckin on fire man." 

I begged him, "Finger-fuck me baby." He was reluctant, but did so a bit. Not fully, but enough to feel good. We stayed in a 69 for a while, kissing, licking, sucking. I took his cock out of my mouth at one point and parted the piss slit to watch it leak precum. I'd add a little pressure and see it flow out and was quick to savor it all. Then I blew his mind by taking his engorged cock, parting the slit and french kissed it. He was almost crying with pleasure. Then I just took it, held it in my hand, feeling the heat from it beeing swollen with blood-it felt like it was on fire. I began to kiss his cock. I'd lick it to get it wet and then cover it with kisses. I then began to french kiss the head. He was going out of his mind with what control I had over him.

After a brief time we had to stop, he was gunna make me flood his guts with my jizz. We broke off and went back to kissing. Savoring the taste of our cocks on the other's tongue. We chuckled back and forth over things. I'd suck his nipples, and him, mine. We'd tickle each other slightly. We became increasingly lost in our actions. Then we'd go back to kssing just on the lips, full on. And we even told one another, "I love you." We'd hold one another's balls and feel our bushes, rub one another's asses. We'd run our hands through the other's hair, feeling the softness flow through our fingers. It seemed every nerve in our bodies was in tune with the other's. 

At this point, I wanted him on me to feel that power, his heated body on mine. I knew he wanted it, too. "Kyle, lay on me for a change." I thought I'd get a resounding no, instead I got somethig else.

Playfully, "No, I want it this way, plus its easier on my knee." He was so lost in this. I knew the more the time ticked away we were making love and not just having sex. So we went back to kissing and sucking tongues. I was stroking his cock as we did so, he tried to reach for mine, but I hesitated knowing he'd push me over the edge too soon, but allowed him to stroke the shaft, avoiding the head itself, knowing I'd last a bit longer. He even began exploring my fired hole. His cock was dripping like mad and it was making me crazy, I wanted to taste it, but at the same time I was lost in passion of the kissing and stroking. I was watching him shudder when I'd hit the most sensitive spots. I knew his cock rather well and knew what drove him the most crazy.